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"Romeo and Juliet"

"Two families lived, of equal dignity,

"in the beautiful Verona, o pass the scene,

"but a sudden burst their ancient hatred

"blood of citizens just sully the city.

"Or two, from both houses tragic

"entraimaient is a thwarted love by lot. "

Capulet, Capulet.

Capulets.

Montagues.

Montagues.

Here are the Capulets.

Restrain yourself. Ignore them.

- Montagues, our enemies. - Calm down.

Live in peace.

I have a quick release,

if a dog clan Montaigu m'Èchauffe bile.

You nag us, sir?

- I bite my thumb, sir. - You give us the picnic?

- Am I within my rights if I say yes? - I do not.

No sir, I do not do lunch you, sir,

but I bite my thumb, sir.

- Looking for a fight? - The fight?

- No, sir. - Because then I'm your man.

I serve a maÓtre that is well worth the vÙtre.

But not higher.

- Say "superior". - If higher.

- You're lying. - Fight, if you dare.

Separate, idiots!

Put up your swords.

Put up your swords.

What? You fight among the menials Theories che?

Turn thee, Benvolio, ‡ and face death.

Looking ‡ peace.

Put up your sword or serve thee out ‡ to help me separate these people.

Come on! Sword in hand, you speak of peace?

I hate the word as I hate hell and Montagues, and thee.

En garde, Theories che!

Topics rebels, enemies of peace.

Do we not hear me?

Hol ‡! All of you men or brutes, under pain of torture.

Let fall these swords forged by traÓtrise

and hear the sentence your prince irritated.

Three times, dissension arose About your futile, old Capulet,

and you, Montaigu, three times she Trouble the rest of our streets.

If the City ‡ should lie again disrupted

your life will pay the damage done ‡ peace.

This time everyone retires.

You, Capulet, come with me,

and you, Montaigu,

you come after this afternoon learn our will in this case.

On pain of death,

everyone retires.

Montague is bound like me,

and under equal caution.

It is not difficult, I think, ‡ old people to live in peace.

Both we keep you honor. but You have lived so long enemies.

But, my lord, what do you think of my requite?

I repeat what I said Dej ‡.

My child is still foreign world.

Woo her, Paris, cúur earn his first.

I give this evening a Lorries Established by an old custom,

‡ which I invite those I love.

You are welcome very, if you want the number ITRE.

Rascal.

Oh, you rascal!

You'll browse our fair Verona

and find those whose names are written the ‡

to tell them that they will be if they want, welcome home.

Nurse.

Nurse.

O is my daughter? Tell him that I seek.

I told him to come. Come, my lamb.

Come, my ladybug.

God forgive me. O is that girl?

Well, Juliette!

Madam, what do you want?

Here's the deal.

Nurse, leave us. ‡ We talk in secret.

No, come back, nurse.

I got second thoughts. Better that you hear.

As you know, my daughter is the ‡ charming ge.

Well, I can tell her, ge ‡ the nearest hour.

Suzanne and her God keeps my Christian were mime, ge.

Suzanne is with God ‡ Present. She was too perfect for me.

Like I said,

lord and you were ‡ Mantua.

It could stand alone.

Sweet Jesus, Áa ran and AA dej ‡ trotted everywhere.

Mime it s'Ètait banged Titus the day before.

Then my husband, God rest her, me, c'Ètait a gay prankster,

raised the child. He said: "Well, I say, you fall on your face?

"You will fall on your back when you grow smarter, huh, my Julie? "

Voil ‡ t it not Jesus Mary that holding back tears, she said "yes."

And today the joke is true.

I guarantee that I will live again thousand years, I do not forget.

"Huh, my Julie?" He said.

She keeps saying "yes."

You, too, hold up, nurse, I beg you.

L ‡ is good, I am silent. The good Lord bless you!

I have not fed prettiest baby.

If I lived to see you married, my vúux would be met.

Voil ‡ very subject I just maintain it.

Yes, Juliet, daughter,

what steps do you feel for marriage?

This is an honor I do dream.

Well, think of it now.

The valiant Paris you search Women.

My will is subsidiary ‡ agreed.

My child is a man.

A man like the world.

Ah! A wax model.

All summer of Verona has not Flower same.

A flower indeed. A real flower, sr.

What say you? Can you love the gentleman?

This mime night You will see our ‡ Fite.

Brief. Do you His love you accredit?

If what we see plaÓt, I expect that please.

But my attention towards it ‡

will not exceed the given scope by encouragement.

Hello, cousin.

The day is still young it?

Just struck nine.

Here I just touch: our Romeo did not sleep that night.

Sad hours, long hours.

how sad and lengthen your hours?

The absence of that, now, would make them brief.

- In love? - ... Lost.

- Love? - Disdain for the one I love.

Jesus Mary! What tears for Rosaline blÍmes flooded your cheeks!

Rosaline.

You laugh, is not it?

Cousin, I would cry plutÙt.

- Good, me! What? - In tone, so overwhelmed me.

Voil ‡ well the evils of love.

Love is a cloud exhaled our vúux,

dissipates, it is a fire that lights in our eyes

if disorder a sea that nourish our tears.

What else?

It is wisdom and folly deadly bitterness and sweetness of life.

In chastity ‡ foolproof

‡ she lives away from childish bow of Love.

Take my advice. ‡ stop thinking it.

Oh, teach me how to stop thinking.

Make freedom ‡ your eyes. Examine other beauties.

He who is struck blind

can not forget the precious treasure his lost sight.

Show me a very nice maÓtresse, Her beauty is a note in the margin

Ø I can read it surpassing this woman.

Come on! Fire extinguished the br˚lure another.

Evil is lessened by the pain of another.

On the new venom infects your eye close, and the poison of the old will die.

Romeo, are you crazy?

Not crazy, but more tied up a fool.

Shut up in prison, kept without food, whipped and tormented.

Good evening, my garÁon.

God give you good evening. Sir, can you read?

Yes, my own fortune in my misery.

You may ITRE learned it without book

but, please, can you read anything you see?

Yes, if I know the alphabet and language.

- It is said honnÍtement. God bless you. - Wait, my friend, I can read.

"The Signor Martino His wife and daughters

"Count Anselme its charming súurs,

"the noble widow Utruvio,

" Signor Placentio and pretty nieces,

"Mercutio and his brother, Valentin.

"The Signor Valentio and his cousin Tybalt. "

Tybalt.

"My beautiful niece Rosaline."

A beautiful meeting. Ø have to go?

- L ‡ -back. - But oh Aa?

- ¿Supper in our house. - What house?

- That my maÓtre. - Indeed,

D I would ask you that first.

I'll tell you otherwise. My maÓtre is the great, the rich Capulet.

And if you n'Ítes no home Montague,

I beg you to come clear cutting of wine. God hold you in joy.

¿Traditional Fite Capulet Soup beautiful Rosaline

you love so much, and all the beauty admired ‡ Verona.

Go ahead, and an impartial eye close

‡ compares it to other I will show you.

- You will see that this swan a crow. - A more beautiful than love?

The all-seeing sun has not seen its equal since the world began.

I will not for such a spectacle be shown me,

but for the glory of my beloved.

- Mercutio. - Come, dinner is served.

I will not move.

- Come, let's go. - I do not budge for anyone.

Give me a torch. No question of me jiggle.

No, gentle Romeo, we want you dance.

No, believe me.

You, you have dancing shoes.

I have one, I lead which ties me down and I can not move.

Ites love you, borrow Cupid's wings

and fly over our common bonds.

Come, enter and sitÙt in the place, everyone's reliance ‡ legs.

Our intention is good going ‡ this masked ball.

- But AA is not much sense to go there. - And why?

I did a shore that night.

- Me too. - What was the vÙtre?

That riveters often lie.

Asleep in their beds, sometimes they fixate real things.

Oh, I see that Queen Mab visited you.

Among the Fairies, is the midwife

and recently, no bigger than an agate stone

‡ forefinger of an alderman,

traÓnÈe by a coupling small atoms

land on the nose of men when they sleep.

The radii of the wheels are long legs of tarantulas.

The hood is a wing grasshopper.

The Rines: a fine cobweb.

The necklace: moist moonbeams.

His whip: a bone of cricket. Lanyard: a thread.

His coachman: a small gnat Vitu gray

no bigger than half a small roundworm

taken in slow finger a servant.

His coach is a nut recessed

by carpenter squirrel or an old rodent worm

time immemorial bodybuilders fairies.

And in this crew she gallops night after night

in the brains of lovers and then they fixate love.

On lap courtiers who fixate aussitÙt of bowing.

On the fingers of lawyers, who fixate aussitÙt fees.

On the lips of the ladies, who fixate aussitÙt kisses.

Sometimes she gallops on the nose of a bailiff,

and then bank it smells good trial.

And sometimes it comes with tail a pig Dome

tickle the nose of a sleeping priest, so that a new bank profit.

Sometimes it rolls on the neck of a soldier,

and then shore of enemies slain, gaps, ambushes,

Blade of Toledo, deep gulps of five fathoms.

AussitÙt and the drum beats ‡ his ear, it starts, wakes,

and so frightened, swears a prayer or two and sleeps again.

- It's always this Mab. One that ... - Shut up, Mercutio, shut up.

You mean nothing.

True, I mean banks,

who are the children of an idle brain, generated by the one and vain fantasy,

a substance which is as thin as the air

and more inconstant than the wind.

This wind you speak takes us away from ourselves mimes.

Dinner is finished and arrive too late.

Too silent, I'm afraid.

For my spirit senses that a future still hanging in the stars

Bitterly begins its fatal course with the festivities tonight.

But the helmsman my trip run my veil.

Forward, strong gentlemen.

Beat drums.

Welcome, gentlemen.

There was a time Ø I also wore the mask

and knew whispering ear ‡ a beautiful lady

a story that would appeal to him.

It's over, over, over.

You ITES welcome, gentlemen.

This Rosalind you love so much.

She recanted love. 257

What is this lady that enriches the hand of this jumper?

I do not know, sir.

Oh! She learns Torchlight ‡ shine.

It looks like the suspended ‡ cheek of night like a jewel in a lobe ... Ethiopian.

My cúur he has loved before this moment? Swear not, my eyes.

For I never saw true beauty before tonight.

This one of his voice after should lie a Montague.

Fetch me my rapier, boy.

What! This slave dares to come here in a grotesque mask

mock and taunt our celebration?

What he has, nephew? Why rant?

Uncle, it is a Montague.

Our enemy. A villain who comes here by challenge

taunt our ceremony tonight.

- It is the young Romeo? - The inf,me Romeo.

Calm, gentle cousin, leave him alone.

I would not want that here in my house it is discourteous to him.

Patience, do not watch him ‡.

- I will not tolerate it. - ArrÍte.

My brave, I say it will be so.

Ah, Á ‡! Am I the maÓtre here or is it you?

Ah, Á ‡! You do not tolÈreras.

- But, uncle, it's a shame. - Ah, Á ‡! Ah, Á ‡!

You're a freshman insolent.

I am going to retire.

But this intrusion-l ‡, which for now paraÓt soft, turned into bitter gall.

If I have to desecrate unworthy of my hand this holy shrine,

Here a soft punishment.

My lips, blushing pilgrims

soften this harsh touch with a tender kiss.

Good pilgrim, you make too many wrong ‡ your hand.

For saints have hands affecting pilgrims

and palm against palm is their pious kiss.

Saints and pilgrims well lips too?

Yes, pilgrim, which they use to pray.

Dear saint,

lips and hands that do so.

They pray, hear them, that their faith is not hopeless.

The Saints do not move, exauÁant prayers.

Do not move, I am the object of my prayer.

My lips, your lips have washed sin.

Then have my lips the sin that you have made.

A sin on my lips? Gently alleged misconduct.

Give me my sin.

Madame.

Madame.

Your mother wants a word with you.

Who is his mother?

By Our Lady, young man, His mother is the maÓtresse from this house

a dignified lady, and wise and virtuous.

I nursed her daughter, ‡ which you speak.

It is a Capulet?

Oh! Terrible debt.

My life is my foe's debt.

Let us go, let us go on. FITE full swing.

Yes, I'm afraid. The surplus will be my torment.

Come hither, nurse.

What is this gentleman l ‡ out there?

The son and heir of old Tiberio.

Which one comes out ‡ Present?

Pardi, he I think it is the young Petruchio.

Who is behind him?

- I do not know. - Go ask his name.

His name is Romeo, and a Montague is.

- The only son of your great enemy. - A Montague?

My only love is my only hate.

Unknown seen too silent

- Recognized too late. - What do you say, what do you say?

A poem I learned ‡ now someone with whom I danced.

Let us go. Foreigners are all gone.

Romeo.

Romeo, Romeo my cousin.

He is wise, and my life, He fled to go to bed.

He ran here. Call him, good Mercutio.

Better, I'll mention too.

Romeo. Mood. Crazy. Passion. Lover.

Appear as a sigh.

Just say the poem and I will be satisfied.

Cree ... yourself, "Alas!" "Beautiful" and pronounced "dove."

He does not hear me. He did not move.

He does not move.

The monkey is dead

I have the Evoque.

I t'Èvoque by Rosaline's bright eyes,

by her high forehead and her dazzling lip by its end foot

her slender leg, and quivering thigh,

and areas who agree around,

Appear in your own form us.

Come on, he hid among the trees.

Love is blind and black suits her.

Romeo, good night. I go into my makeshift bed.

This bed is too cold fields to sleep.

He laughed wound one who has never been hurt.

But gently. What light pierces ‡ -back?

It is the East, and Juliet is the sun.

Here is my lady. Oh, here's my love.

Oh, if only she knew.

See how she tilts her cheek on her hand.

Oh, why am I in this hand glove, to be able to touch that cheek.

Alas!

Oh, speak again, Vivid Angel.

You are as glorious in tonight above my Titus

the wing is a messenger from heaven.

'Romeo. Romeo.

Why art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

Or if you do not want, ITRE swear my love

and I no longer be a Capulet.

Do I listen again or should I talk to him?

Only your name that is my enemy.

What he has in a name?

A rose by any other name, would smell as sweet.

MIME Romeo if it was not called Romeo

retain that dear perfection that is his.

Romeo, take away your name,

and in exchange for that name, which is no part of thee,

take me whole.

I take you at your word.

Call me only love and I will be renamed.

Which man are you? thou in the screen of the night

and stumbled on my secret?

From a name I do not know how to tell you who I am.

My name is for my mime haÔssable

because he is an enemy to you.

My ears have not yet drunk hundred words of the mouth,

Yet I recognize the sound.

Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

Neither one nor the other, if either you dislike.

How did you come here, tell me, and why?

The walls of this orchard are high

and this place death, considering who you are if one of my relatives find you here.

Light on the wings of love I flew over these walls.

Because the stone posts may remember the love

and what can love love dare try.

And your loved ones can not arrÍter me.

If they see you, they will kill you.

Alas! There is more peril in your eye close that in twenty of their swords.

A soft look about you, and I am armed against their enmity.

I would hate they see you here.

I have the cloak of night ‡ to hide their eyes,

and if you do not love me, they find me here.

Who guided you to find this place?

Love, who first blew me inquire of me.

He've lended me his advice, I've lended her eyes.

I am not a pilot.

However, would you be as far this desert shore

washed with the farthest sea,

I would try the adventure for a beautiful commodity.

You know the mask of night is on my face.

Or virginal blush would stain my cheek

for what you have heard me say tonight.

I would gladly watch propriety, deny what I said.

But, farewell, good manners.

Do you love me? I know you'll say yes

and I will take you at your word.

But if you swear, you can show you wrong.

Perjurers lovers Jupiter is said to laughs.

Mild Romeo.

If you like,

proclaims it a cúur faithful.

Or if you think I am too quickly won,

I am dark and nasty,

and you say no to you courted me. If not for anything in the world.

Truly, good Montaigu

I'm too in love.

So forgive me

and does not attribute this weakness ‡ love Leger

the dark night has discovered.

Madam, I swear by the sacred moon out there ‡

which hems silver crown these fruit trees.

Oh, do not swear by the moon, the inconstant moon,

that changes every month its circular orbit,

lest your love turns also changing.

- For what could swear I? - Do not swear at all.

Or if you want,

swear by thy gracious person,

who is the goddess of my idol,trie,

and I'll believe.

If my dear love cúur ...

Oh, do not swear.

Although you are my joy I have no joy of this oath tonight.

It is too impetuous, too reckless, too suddenly.

Too like the lightning stops ‡ ITRE before we can name it.

- Sweet Friend, good night. - Can you leave me so unsatisfied?

What satisfaction would you tonight?

The exchange of our faithful oaths of love.

I gave you mine before thou didst request.

And I wish I could give it back.

Do you want him back? ¿What purpose, love?

But generous ITRE and you give it back.

My bounty is unlimited like the sea,

my love as deep.

The more I give, the more I have,

because both are infinite.

I hear a noise ‡ inside. Dear love, adieu.

Juliet.

I come from good nurse. Sweet Montague, be faithful.

Stay a little longer, I'll be back.

'Blessed night, blessed.

I'm afraid, being in the night that all this is a bank,

too flattering and too soft for ITRE true.

Three words, dear Romeo, and goodnight for good.

If the momentum of your love is honorable,

if your plan is marriage,

let me know tomorrow by someone I shall send thee,

O and what time ‡ you want to celebrate the rite.

And my destiny ‡ your feet I will table

and I will follow thee, my lord, ‡ worldwide.

- Mrs. - I'm coming, voil ‡.

But if your intention is not right, I beg you ...

- Mrs. - Right now, I'm coming.

Cease your efforts and leave me ‡ my grief.

Tomorrow I'll send someone.

My Vibrant me that hope.

A thousand times good night.

A thousand times darker night when it loses your light.

Romeo. Romeo.

- This is my, me invoking my name. - Romeo.

What melodic sound resonates night the language of lovers

like soft music ‡ attentive ears.

My love.

I forgot why I reminded you.

Let me wait that you are mindful of him.

I forget, for you still remains the ‡,

remembering how I love your company.

And I always will for that you still forget,

forgetting any other home than this one.

It's almost morning.

I want you gone,

but no further the bird a capricious child

lets hop a little out of his hand, and with a silken thread it brings ‡ him

- So in love and jealous of their freedom. - I would ITRE your bird.

Sweet friend, I also like.

Still, I'll kill you cherishing you too.

Good night. Good night.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

I would say good night

up ‡ tomorrow.

Lives that sleep your eyes peace, thy bosom.

I want ter sleep and peace, to have such a sweet repose.

Ø devil may well be causing this Romeo?

Did he come back ‡ home that night?

Not with his father. I spoke ‡ his servants.

Oh, this girl mime p,le the hard cúur, that Rosaline,

‡ torments so much he will surely go mad.

Tybalt, the cousin of old Capulet, sent a letter to his father.

- A challenge, on my life. - Romeo will answer it.

Alas, poor Romeo. It is dej ‡ death.

Stabbed by the black eye close a white Pecore

the pierced ear a love song.

Mime center of his cúur

split by the heavy arrow Young blind archer.

- Him face Tybalt? - Why, what is Tybalt?

More than prince of cats, I tell you.

Oh, the brave captain point of honor.

These hawkers fashion these "forgive me."

With their "good".

He fights like a music sing.

It keeps the pace, the extent and pace,

one, two, and three full cúur.

A real butcher for silk buttons.

A duelist, a duelist, an immortal passado.

punto reverso. Hao.

Here comes Romeo.

Empty his milt dry as a red herring.

'Flesh, flesh, as you voil ‡ poissonnifiÈe.

Signor Romeo, good morning.

You've foisted counterfeit money yesterday.

Hello ‡ both. What counterfeit money?

- You've parted company. - Pardon, Mercutio.

The case was important, D and I have to bend ‡ courtesy.

Suffice to say that such cases

‡ forces a man to bend the kidneys.

- To bow out. - You touch the goal naturally.

And you, if you expose any courteously.

So my pump is full bloom of eyelets?

Now you're sociable, now you're Romeo.

A sail, a sail.

Two, two, pants and skirts.

Peter.

- Right away. - My fan Peter.

Good Peter, to hide her face.

I wish you a good morning.

- Good day, noble lady. - Is it more in the morning?

Perfectly, I assure you, the bawdy hand of the dial

is now on the tail noon.

Say. What man do you ITES!

Gentlemen, can any of you tell me o I can find the young Romeo?

I can tell you.

I am the youngest of that name, ‡ Failure to worse.

If you ITES him, sir, I wish to speak with you.

My young maÓtresse ...

My young maÓtresse sends me ... Stand back!

She'll invite ‡ supper.

A whore, a whore.

Farewell, old lady! Farewell.

Madame, madame, madame!

Farewell, by golly. Please, sir, What was this shameless commercialism?

A gentleman, nurse, who loves s'Ècouter talk.

If he takes ‡ I to him flaps

while it is robust, he and twenty other bloody fools.

And if I can not do it, I shall find those who will do that.

The dirty scoundrel.

I am not one of his courtesans.

And thou art the plant ‡, and you bear he abuses me for his pleasure.

I have not seen anyone do that.

Otherwise I would have quickly pulled out my gun, I guarantee it.

I dare chopping as fast as another if I have the opportunity of a good quarrel

and if the law is on my cute.

True, before God, I am so upset that every part of my body shuddered.

The dirty bastard!

Please, sir, a word.

My young lady asked me so you seek.

- Yes I do. - What she asked me to tell you

- I will keep it for me. - Oh, no.

First I want to say one thing.

If you were the lead the paradise of fools, as they say,

it would be a dÈgo˚tant behavior as they say,

as the noble lady is young,

and therefore, if you were playing double play with her ...

I swear it is not.

Brave cúur, Truly I tell him aa.

Lord, lord, it will be a happy woman.

What will you say, nurse?

I'll talk to him, sir, your oath,

which, as I understand it, is an offer of a gentleman.

Tell him to go ‡ confess that after-noon.

And ‡ in the cell of Friar Laurence, it will be confessed and married.

- Here. Here for your trouble. - No, really, sir, not a penny.

Come on, take it, I say.

This after-noon, sir, it will be there.

- Recommend me your lady ‡. - Yes, a thousand times.

- Peter! - Right away.

Take my fan and walk before.

And strongly, strongly.

The clock struck nine When I sent the nurse.

She promised to return ITRE in half an hour.

Can ITRE did she could not find it. It's not aa.

As she hobbles.

The messengers of love should ITRE thoughts,

that slide ten times faster that the sun's rays.

From nine o'clock twelve o'clock ‡ there are three hours long.

And she still has not arrived.

If she had passions and a young scorching blood

it would be as fast as a bullet.

My words would launch the up ‡ my sweet love, and his up ‡ me.

Oh God, it happens.

Sweet nurse, what news? The you got?

- ... Loigne your servant. - Pierre remains ‡ door.

- Okay. - Well, kind and gentle nurse.

- 'Lord, why this sad? - I'm exhausted, let me for a moment.

Oh, my bones hurt me. What facilities!

I want you to have my bones and I thy news.

Please, talk to you, good, good nurse, speaks.

Jesus. What h,te!

Can not wait a while?

You do not see that I am ‡ breathless?

How would you be breathless ‡

when you breath to tell me ‡ you're out of breath?

Your news are they good or bad?

Answer. I want ter satisfied are they good or bad?

Well, you made a poor choice.

You do not know how to choose a man.

Go thy way, my daughter, serve God.

- By the way, have you DONE ‡ home? - No, no.

What does he say to our marriage? What did he say?

Lord, as my Titus hurts. My poor Titus!

It throbs as if it would break twenty pieces.

Oh, my back.

On the other cute.

Cursed be your cúur sent me ‡ catch my death run

over hill and dale.

In truth, I'm sorry you do not feel good.

Sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, says my love?

Your love says,

honnÍte gentleman and courteous and kind, and beautiful,

and I guarantee virtuous ... O is your mother?

O is my mother?

But it is ‡ inside. Ø would it be?

As you answer strangely!

"Your love says, like a gentleman honnÍte Ø is your mother? "

Oh, dear lady of God! you do if your br˚lante?

Well, I tell you. Is this the poultice ‡ for my bones that hurt me?

Henceforth do your messages you mime.

Come, says Romeo?

- Can you confess today? - Yes I do.

So go quickly ‡ cell Brother Laurence,

a husband awaits to make you his wife.

¿Now the shameless blood you goes to the cheeks.

They become scarlet ‡ any news.

‡ run the church. I'll Doner.

Run ‡ cell!

‡ I run my good fortune. HonnÍte nurse farewell.

- Hello, Father. - Benedicite .

May God have you in his care, my son. I love your company.

- But where were you then? - I feasted with my enemy

Ø suddenly someone get hurt.

For both the remedy lies in thy holy medicine.

Be clear, my son.

The love of my cúur has set the beautiful daughter of rich Capulet.

And hers was fixed on mine

and I beg you, ‡ consent to get married today.

Blessed Saint FranÁois, What changes do the ‡.

Rosaline you loved so dearly, so quickly abandoned?

I beg you, do not scold me.

Amen. Amen.

May Heaven ‡ smile this pious act,

and do not blame us by grief.

All possible sorrows

can offset happiness

that gives me the shortest minute spent in his presence.

These violent delights have violent ends,

and die in their triumph

flame and powder they burn in a kiss.

Just join our hands with holy words,

and death, vampire love, do what she dares.

It is enough that it is mine.

This union could be causing very happy

and transform hatred opposing your families love.

Here the lady.

Oh, ever so light a foot will wear slab eternal.

Juliet.

‡ hi my venerable confessor.

Romeo will thank you for both of us my daughter.

Ah, Juliet.

If your joy is its height ‡ like mine,

and if, more skilled than me, you can paint,

then scent of your breath the air around us,

and the rich music your voice expresses

The perfect happiness that makes us feel both ‡

a meeting so expensive.

My true love is achieved ‡ such excess

I can not assess Half of my treasures.

Come along with me, bientÙt and we did.

Sorry, I will not leave you alone

when the church has united you ... ‡ one another.

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let us go.

Capulets are out.

If we meet, we will have a fight.

You look like one of those fellows ‡ which As soon as he crosses the threshold of a tavern,

tosses me his sword on the table and said:

"God forbid that I need you."

I like this fellow ‡?

Come, come, you're a scoundrel mood as hot as others in Italy.

If there were two like you, one of them would kill the other.

You, but you're wrangling with a man that has a bit less

or older than you in his beard.

You, you quarrel with a man that breaks nuts

no other reason because thou hast hazel eyes.

You've quarreled with a man coughing in the street

because he awakens your dog who was asleep in the sun.

And you want me to leÁon and empÍcher me to quarrel?

And also has j'Ètais ‡ quarrel.

- By my Titus, here come the Capulets. - By my heel, I do not care.

Follow me closely, because I want to talk to them.

Gentlemen, good evening, a word with one of you.

Just a word?

Do better. Say the word and take a hit.

You will find me willing enough, sir.

Do you not take the opportunity?

- Mercutio, you're together with Romeo. - Together?

You take us for minstrels?

Prepare yourself to the sound of discord.

Here is my bow. Here they will make you dance.

Sangdieu in concert.

Peace be with you, sir, here comes my man.

Romeo!

My love for you can not offer you a better term than this.

You're a clown.

Tybalt

the reason I love you forgive me not to answer

‡ such a salvation.

I'm not a clown,

So farewell, I see that you do not know me.

Little man, this does not excuse affronts you have made ​​me.

Also, turn around and pulls.

I never made ​​you affront,

and I love you more than you can imagine,

As you do not know the reason My love.

So good, Capulet, whose name I believe as dearly as my own,

'm satisfied.

Mercutio.

Oh, calm, dishonorable and abject submission.

My went SToccata will have the advantage.

Tybalt!

- You have a ride? - What do you want me?

Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives.

- I'm ‡ you. - Noble Mercutio, refrain thy rapier.

See sir, your passado.

Unsheathed, Benvolio, cut down their weapons.

Shame, gentlemen, refrain from violence.

I am wounded.

A plague on both your houses.

I'm finished.

- He's gone, and he did nothing? - What, are you hurt?

Yes, a scratch.

But Jove, sufficient. O is my page?

DrÙle, fetch a surgeon.

Courage, friend. The one shall be serious injury.

It is not as deep as a well, nor so wide as a church porch

but it is sufficient. It will do.

‡ Ask me tomorrow

and find me rigid.

I pepper this world I guarantee it.

Sangdieu, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat scratching a dead man ‡.

A braggart, a rogue, who fights following his arithmetic book.

Why you ITES you interposed?

- I was shot from underneath your arm. - I thought best to do it.

‡ help me get into a home, or I'll m'Èvanouir.

A plague on both your houses.

They have made me meat for worms.

I myself, and seriously.

Your homes.

Your ...

The brave Mercutio is dead.

Fresh Juliet.

Your beauty has made me effeminate.

In tempering my character it softened the steel of courage.

Tybalt!

¿This, Tybalt

removes the word "clown" you gave me Lance.

Because, I Mercutio hovers over our Titus,

Meanwhile yours to keep him company.

You or me, or both must go with him.

This will decide that.

Romeo, go away! Go!

Do not stay banned.

The prince will kill you if you're caught!

Flee, go! Go away!

I am the plaything of fortune!

Why do you stay?

Benvolio!

Who started this bloody fray?

Noble prince, a treacherous bunch of Tybalt reached the life of the brave Mercutio

then Tybalt fled, but Romeo joined

They take out immediately.

Before I could separate them, Tybalt were killed,

and as he collapsed, Romeo fled.

And for this crime, Immediately we exilons here.

I will be deaf to excuses recourez therefore not.

Romeo is h,te out of here, otherwise, it will be his last time.

Romeo approach.

Father, what news?

What ...

What is the ruling Prince?

From here, from Verona, you're banned.

Have patience, for the world is broad and wide.

There is no world outside the walls of Verona,

except purgatory, torture, hell he mimed.

- It's great mercy. - This is torture and not mercy.

Heaven is here, O saw Juliet

and a cat or dog, a little mouse, every insignificant creatures,

live here in Heaven and can look at it,

but Romeo may not.

Have you or mixture poisoned

or sharp knife, or prompt means death, no matter how sordid,

except the word "banished" to kill me?

How do you have the cúur,

you, a confessor, my, which absolved sins, and tell you my friend,

maim me with this word "banned"?

Crazy and passionate man, Listen to my words.

You can not talk what you do not feel.

Would you like me young, in love, Married for one hour

Tybalt murdered, desperate like me, and like me banished,

then you can talk.

Is boring date

as is the night before a Fite for the impatient child

that a new dress and can not even carry it.

Tend your ... thick curtain

Ø night we made ​​love,

eyes that the fugitive sun close,

Romeo and s'Èlance in my arms, without ITRE seen or heard.

Come, gentle night. Come night love black forehead.

Give me my Romeo.

And when he dies,

take it and do it in little stars.

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

the whole world will be in love hours

and cease to worship The dazzling sun.

Oh, I bought the house of love,

but I have not owned.

Well, nurse, what news? What news?

Why do you wring your hands?

He's dead, he's dead, he's dead.

We are lost, madam, we are lost.

Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished.

Romeo, who killed him, he is banished.

Romeo's hand shed the blood Tybalt?

Yes, yes. Unlucky day. Yes I do.

'Cúur snake hidden as a face in bloom.

Beautiful tyrant.

Angelic demon.

You, the exact opposite a perfect pretense.

Saint damned honorable villain!

There is neither righteousness nor faith honnÍtetÈ nor in men.

Shame on Romeo.

Your tongue is covered with blisters for that wish.

It n'Ètait not born to shame.

Oh, what a monster j'Ètais ‡ me take him.

Will you say the good of the who killed your cousin?

Will I speak ill of him that is my husband?

Ah, my dear lord,

What language will caress your name

when I, your wife for three hours I mutilated?

My husband, that Tybalt would have killed is alive.

And Tybalt, who killed my husband, died.

Voil ‡ consoles me. So why cry?

Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.

This "banished"

That one word "banned" Tybalt has killed ten thousand!

"Romeo is banished!"

Oh, that word is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,

all killed, all dead.

I'll find Romeo to comfort you.

I know very well where it is. come on,

your Romeo will be here tonight.

It is hidden Laurence in the cell.

Oh, it is.

Give this ring ‡ my faithful knight

and tell him to come and take his last farewell.

- Where do you come from? What do you want? - I come from Lady Juliet.

So, welcome.

Nurse.

Were you talking to Juliet? How is she?

Oh, she says nothing, sir, but she cries and cries.

TantÙt and she collapses on the bed And then recovers, and calls Tybalt

and then on Romeo cries.

This name derives from the deadly referred of a gun, the murdered

like the cursed hand This name murdered his cousin.

Oh! Tell me, brother.

Tell me, what vile part anatomy of this lodge my name?

Say it to me, so I put ‡ bag this hideous lair.

Hold your hands in despair. Are you a man?

Your actions indicate madmen the unreasonable fury of a dick.

Did you kill Tybalt? Wilt thou kill thyself mime?

And kill your wife living with your life

by running thee-mime your hate damned?

Man, pull yourself together.

Thy Juliet is alive.

Well, go find your love, as it was agreed,

got into his room, leave here and console it.

But'm leaving before guard is stationed,

for then you can not reach Mantua.

You must live to shine your wedding

reconcile your friends, beg pardon Prince and return here

with twenty thousand times more joy than you had starting wailing.

Will you go? It is not yet born.

C'Ètait the nightingale and not the lark perÁait worried that the hollow of thine ear.

At night, ‡ he sings out there on the pomegranate.

Believe me, love, c'Ètait the nightingale.

C'Ètait lark, messenger of the morning and not the nightingale.

See.

See.

What glimmers envious streak clouds ‡ separating the east.

The candles of the night are out,

and the day on tiptoe advances on the misty peaks.

I have to go and live, or stay and die.

This lightness L ‡ is not daylight, I know.

It's a meteor that the sun exhales

for it would be a torchbearer t'Èclaire and on the way to Mantua.

Also, still, you do not need to leave.

I am satisfied, if you wish so.

I will say that the gray out there ‡ is not eye close the morning.

Neither lark whose notes hit the vote of heaven

so high above our Titus.

I care more to stay but to leave.

Come, death, and be welcome.

How are you, my, me?

Talking, dawn is not yet the ‡.

But if, but when.

Leave here, go away, flee.

It is the lark that sings so out of tune.

Oh, leave now. It is increasingly clear.

Nurse.

Your mother comes in your room.

The day dawned. Be careful, be careful.

So fenÍtre lets through the day

and let out life.

Farewell.

Farewell.

You go this way?

My lord, my love, my friend.

Oh, do you think we'll see?

I do not doubt it.

And all this suffering will About our soft

‡ come in time.

'God.

I have one, I urge that misfortune.

I think I see you now that you're so low

like a death in the depths of a tomb.

Grief thirsty drink our blood.

Farewell.

Farewell.

Well, how's Juliet?

‡ always cry the death of your cousin?

Want your tears do so out of his grave?

And if you could, you could not revive it.

Cease ye therefore.

But now

I will announce joyous news.

Joy is welcome at this time o It is much needed.

What are they, please, ma'am?

My child, tomorrow, early,

this proud, young and noble gentleman,

Count Paris, at St Peter's

happiness will make you a happy wife.

I do not!

By St. Peter's Church, and also,

it will not make me a happy wife!

I this m'Ètonne h,te. Have to marry me

before my husband comes make love to me.

Mother, tell my lord and father ‡ I do not even want to get married.

Here comes your father. Tell him you mime

and see how he will take the matter from you.

Well, woman? Have you informed of our decision?

Yes, sir, but she refuses, she thanks you.

She is not proud of?

It does not feel blessed unworthy it is,

so worthy a gentleman wants ITRE Her husband?

I can not ITRE proud of what I hate.

Save when ... me your pride,

‡ go and St. Peter's Church,

I or you traÓnerai on a trolley.

My dear father, I beg ‡ knees

only have the patience to m'Ècouter.

'll Hang you, young slut. Disobedient creature!

‡ go to church or look at me again in the face.

Do not talk, do not respond.

God bless. You ITES ‡ bl,mer, lord, the houspiller.

Shut up, fool dotage. Charge to your words with your gossips.

- Here we do not care. - Calm down, then!

God! "Was driving me crazy to have found a man so accomplished

to hear: "I'm too young I do. do not want to get married. Forgive me. "

Take care, think about it.

I rarely pleasant.

If you ITES my daughter ‡ I will give my friend.

Otherwise, you are going to hang, beg,

starve, die in the streets.

For my, me, I never will want you reconnaÓtre.

Is there no pity, in the cloud, to see the depths of my grief?

My Mother, do not reject me.

Defer this marriage for a month one week.

Do not talk to me, I will not say a word.

Do as you please, because I'm done with you!

'God!

Oh, nurse.

How empÍcher this?

What do you say? Do not you have a word of joy?

Consolation, nurse.

My faith.

Well, here it is.

Romeo is banished.

And I guarantee the world against anything he will never dare you come to claim.

I think it's better you marry the count.

It's a charming gentleman.

Romeo is just a cute cloth ‡ him.

Cursed be my cúur,

I think you'll be happy in this second marriage,

because it surpasses the first.

Do you speak from the bottom of your cúur?

Yes, and the bottom of my, me, otherwise be cursed both.

- Amen. - What?

You comforted me wonderfully.

‡ tell my mother that I went,

Displeased with my father, ‡ cell Laurence

confession and receive absolution.

Lady, I'm going. This is wise.

Damned old woman!

Oh, treacherous demon!

Go, counselor.

You and my cúur now be separated.

I go to my brother, connaÓtre its remedy.

If all else fails, I have power to die.

Lord Paris, the term is short.

My father Capulet will have it so.

And I have no desire slow its h,te.

You say you do not connaÓtre the feelings of the lady?

It's not fair, it dÈplaÓt me.

She mourns immoderately Tybalt.

His father believes dangerous it gives such an empire ‡ his grief

and in its wisdom, h,ter he wants our marriage.

Now you know the reason h,te this.

Happy meeting, madame my wife.

Do you come to confess ‡ This Father?

Do not hide her that you love me.

I confess that I love him.

And I am Sr, you love me.

If this is the case, it will be of greater value,

Confess behind your back that your presence.

you your free, Holy Father, now?

My lord, we pray you leave us alone.

God forbid disturb this devotion.

Juliet, early tomorrow I'll wake you.

By the ‡ farewell.

And keep this holy kiss.

Oh, shut the door.

Come cry with me.

There is no hope, no remedy, more relief.

Juliet, I know your grief ‡ Dej.

Do not tell me, brother, you learn this,

without telling me how I can empÍcher.

God has joined my cúur ‡ that of Romeo

thou hast united our hands.

And before that hand ‡ sealed by you that Romeo

not sign another contract,

or my faithful cúur treacherously turns to another

This will kill them both.

ArrÍte, girl.

I foresee some kind of hope.

If plutÙt than marry Count Paris,

you have the strength of will to kill you-mime

then surely thou goest a similar thing ‡ death.

I will do it without fear or hesitation,

wife to live, unblemished sweet love.

While waiting. Go home,

Be cheerful consent ‡ marry Paris.

Tonight eve ‡ sleep alone you.

Do not let the nurse to sleep with you in your room.

Take this bottle, once in bed,

and wood to the end this distilled liquor.

AussitÙt, ‡ all through your veins

will run a mood cold and lethargic,

and no pulse, no heat, no breath

will attest that you live.

And in this guise borrowed Rigid death

'll stay forty-two hours away.

When the bridegroom in the morning comes take you to your bed,

you will be lying dead.

According to custom, in your finest attire, in an open coffin

you will be transported in this ancient vault

Ø relies entire family of Capulet.

By the ‡ Romeo my letter will our intentions

and he will come here. And he and I Èpierons you wake

and this mime night Romeo will take her far to Mantua.

Give, give. Do not talk about fear.

Want. Go away.

Be strong and happy in this resolution.

I quickly sent a brother ‡ Mantua ‡ with my letter your husband.

That love gives me strength.

Goodbye, my dear father.

Romeo, my dear son, you ...

To Mantua.

‡ eve give it to the morning.

Saint Brother, come, come with me.

- The infectious plague. - Plague.

The plague.

- Plague! - Plague!

Hold on! Hold on! Do not lock me!

Hold on!

Yes, these vÍtements are the most beautiful ...

but, gentle nurse, I pray thee,

leave me alone tonight.

Do you need my help?

No, ma'am.

If you plaÓt, leave me alone now

and the nurse sleep tonight with you

for I am sre you much work in this sudden case.

Good night. Go to bed and rest, because you need it.

Farewell.

God knows when we shall meet again.

A fragile cold shivers fear in my veins,

Ice and heat almost to life.

I will remember to reassure me. Nurse!

What would she do here?

This dismal scene, I have to play alone.

And if this mixture does not work at all?

Will I be married then tomorrow morning?

No, no.

That the ban.

You stay the ‡.

And if it is a poison,

the brother has me slyly administered to see me dead,

lest ITRE dishonored by this marriage,

because he married me dej ‡ ‡ Romeo?

I'm afraid,

and yet it seems to me that no, because he always acted holy man.

And if, when I am in the tomb,

I m'Èveille before time Ø Romeo will deliver me?

Voil ‡ a terrible thing.

Do I not ITRE etouffee in the vault

whose foul mouth never breathe clean air?

Or, if I live,

is it not likely that the horrible impression of death and night

adds ‡ terror of this place

Ø for centuries

piled bones all my ancÍtres buried,

Ø Tybalt fraÓchement planted, rots in his shroud,

‡ Ø told certain hours minds come together.

Alas, it is not probable I m'Èveille too silent

amid foul smells and screams mandrakes torn land ‡

that make fools mortals live.

Oh, if I m'Èveille, I will not lose Titus

assaulted by all these hideous fears,

and play like crazy with the bones of my ancÍtres,

and tear from his shroud Tybalt mutilated?

And in this rage with the bone of some aÔeul great as with a club

Popping my brain hopeless?

Oh, look.

It seems to me I see the ghost of my cousin

pursuing Romeo who donned his body on his sword.

ArrÍte, Tybalt, arrÍte.

Romeo, I come.

Here, I drink ‡ you.

Want.

Take these keys and fetches Other spices, nurse.

Dates and quinces are asked for p,tisserie.

Nurse! Woman!

Hol ‡! Well, nurse, I call you. Juliet will wake up!

File, be quick, be quick.

The groom is the dej ‡ ‡.

MaÓtresse! So maÓtresse!

Juliet.

‡ She sleeps soundly, I swear.

Well, my lamb.

Well, ma'am.

Fi, lazy.

What, not a word?

Madonna, amen, as she sleeps soundly.

I have to wake her up.

Madam,

Madame ...

madame.

My lord!

Madame!

What's that noise?

What the hell?

My God.

My child, my life.

Help, help!

May Day!

What the hell, bring Juliet. Her husband is ‡!

Unlucky day.

She died.

She died.

She died.

Let me see it.

S'Ètend the death of her

as an early frost the sweetest flower of all the meadow.

¿Lady Juliette

Voil ‡, h,te yourself. Farewell.

May Day! ¿Assistance!

If I believe the flattering truth sleep

my portend banks happy news for bientÙt.

I bank my lady had and found me dead.

Strange ... bank ‡ giving a death the power to think.

And she breathed me so much life by his kisses on my lips

I relived

and became emperor.

Ah!

Enjoy the love that should lie soft.

When the shadows of love are dej ‡ so rich in joy.

News from Verona.

Well, Balthazar?

You do not bring me a letter from Brother?

How is my mother? And my father?

How is my Juliet?

I'll ask again, because nothing can go wrong if it goes well.

So she's fine and nothing can go wrong.

His body is asleep in the tomb of the Capulets,

and his immortal me lives with the angels.

Forgive me to bring you the bad news.

Is it so?

So stars, I challenge you.

Loue post horses. I am leaving in the evening.

I beg you, be patient.

Your air is p,le and haggard, and announces some misfortune.

You are mistaken.

Leave me, and do what I tell you.

- Do not you letter for my Brother? - No, my good lord.

No matter.

Go out and rent this horse I'll meet you right away.

Well, Juliet,

I sleep beside you tonight.

Apothecary.

Come here, my friend.

I see that you are poor.

Here forty ducats.

Give me a dose of poison,

substance which spread so quickly in the veins

than the one that absorbs Tired of living, falls dead.

I have these deadly drugs

but Mantua's law is death for anyone who dispenses.

You're so helpless in such misery, and are you afraid of dying?

This world is not your friend nor the law of this world.

This world does not offer law to enrich you.

So do not be poorer, transgresses it. Take this.

My poverty consents but not my will.

I pay thy poverty and not thy will.

Put this in the liquid you want and drink in one gulp.

Mime if you had the strength twenty men,

you would ship it on the spot.

Voil ‡ goldtone,

worse poison for me men,

committing more murders in this world

these poor mixtures we will not sell.

It is I who will sell you poison

you do not have me sold.

Who Wore my letter ‡ Romeo?

I could not send it, or find a messenger

As he was afraid of contagion.

Unfortunate mishaps.

By my holy order, this letter has drastically affected.

¿Now I have ‡ go alone this vault.

In three hours Juliet wakes up.

She curse me because Romeo did not know these incidents.

Fresh flower I strew flowers thy bridal bed.

'Unfortunately, your canopy is only dust and stones.

Give me the light.

On thy life I charge thee, whatever you hear or tract

‡ stay AWAY and not to interrupt me.

I go, sir, and will not disturb you.

So you show me friendship. Take that.

Live and be happy.

Farewell, brave garÁon.

Thou detestable maw, stomach death

Throat most expensive piece of land.

I'll force your rotten m,choires ‡ open ...

and upset you, I will stuff you with food.

Interrupt your work sacrilege vile Montague!

Can we pursue revenge ‡ beyond death?

Condemned villain, I arrÍte.

Obey and go with me, for thou must die.

Yes, I have, that's why I'm here.

I beg you, young man, do not make me act ‡ by fury.

Go, go away. Screws!

And later say that mercy a crazy commanded thee to flee.

I challenge your abjurations and you arrÍte here as a felon.

Give me your hand,

like mine who signed in the book of bitter misfortune.

I will bury you in a glorious tomb.

A tomb?

No, a light Dume, Juliet because it is based,

and her beauty makes this vault banquet room flooded with light.

Death, lies here

Buried by a dead man.

'My love, my wife.

Death that sucked the honey of thy breath,

has not been able your beauty.

You have not conquered.

The banner of beauty is still purple on your lips and your cheeks,

and the pale flag of death is not deployed.

Ah, Juliet Darling, I'll stay with you

and never Palace this dark night I will not leave.

Here I want to earn my eternal rest

and pull the yoke of fatal stars

my flesh weary of this world.

My eyes one last look.

My arms, a hug last.

My lips, doors of breath,

seal a legitimate kiss an eternal contract with the gluttonous death.

Come, bitter driver just guide ‡ flavor, cre.

You, the pilot of my despair, throws on rocks your boat br˚lants tired.

‡ I drink my love.

'Loyal apothecary your drug is fast.

Thus, in a kiss,

I'm dying.

Romeo.

Alas, ‡ who owns this blood?

Why these swords without maÓtres and bloody

who lie reddened in this place of peace?

Ah, what time is cruel guilty This pitiful disaster?

'Helping brother

O is my husband?

I remember the place o I have ITRE

and here I am.

O is my Romeo?

Madam,

you must leave this nest of death infection and sleeping against nature.

So much power we can not fight it

thwarted intentions. Come, let us go.

Your husband is ‡, lying dead.

Do not question me because the guard approach.

Let's go, dear Juliet. I dare not stay longer.

Go, get out of here,

for I will not leave.

'Miser.

You drank it all and left me nothing to help me.

I'll kiss your lips. Can ITRE poison there he remains.

Your lips are hot.

Lead me, my garÁon. What cute?

Ah, noise?

So I will soon.

'Happy dagger.

Here is your sleeve.

Rust-y,

and let me die.

Go and tell the prince.

Run to the Capulets!

Wake Montagues.

Capulet. Montaigu.

See what plague falls upon your hate,

Heaven finds a way kill your joys with love.

I who closes his eyes on discords have lost both parents.

All are punished.

'Brother Montague, give me thy hand.

This will be the dowry of my daughter, because I can not ask for more.

But I can give you more

because I want to raise him a pure gold statue.

Thus, as Verona remain unknown,

there will be no more honored effigy

than the fair and faithful Juliet.

Rich will be that of Romeo lying by his lady,

‡ poor sacrificed our enmity.

This morning brings peace darkened.

The sun, grief, does not show its tite.

Because history never saw greatest scourge that of Juliet and her Romeo.

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